The Courteeners - More. Again. Forever.

MORE. AGAIN. FOREVER. All of the speakers Feel like they're exploding And you're tryin' to escape another never-ending conversation. Your feet are moving to a different beat But that's nothing new, Friday is the best, you let me taste your accent. And all these ridiculous people Can stand and watch us If they so care. Someone used to love me And everyone used to love you But none of them share the pain And still none of them get a round in. You can't see the exit And the bartender's sexy But he doesn't know your name, At least he says he doesn't know your name. He's playing his own game I'll bet he's read the game, There's a special place for people like that - Smug twat. Tomorrow seems like another world, You can tell me in the morning all the things I've said. Swaying in the kitchen, The tiles are your cool friend Until you see a faded photo of a bright young you. You settle, throw your mind back, You can't wind the time back, We've always got you back Handshake and a paper bag Running on empty, running on Stoli' and fumes, Running 'round and around and around... More. Again. Forever We want More. Again. Forever. A cinematic sunrise that makes your eyeballs sting There's pins and needles and no one talks anymore. Read, unread Another talking head talking absolute nonsense But probably getting paid. Destroying everything that we used to love Including ourselves, but especially each other. Your shoe's uncomfortable Just like the truth, So let's run away and see how far we get Before the blisters set in Before your sister steps in Before the blisters set in Before your sister steps in... More. Again. Forever We want More. Again. Forever More. Again. Forever We want More. Again. Forever More. Again. Forever We want More. Again. Forever... Pins and needles and no one talks... anymore Pins and needles and no one talks... anymore Pins and needles and no one talks... anymore Pins and needles and no one talks... anymore.